The wives nodded. One by one, they closed their eyes and the chamber fell into profound silence except for the soft sound of their breathing.
Minutes passed as Julian watched his harem with growing concern, sensing that something was wrong from the tension in the air. Slowly, they all opened their eyes and he could see the answer in their expressions before anyone spoke.
"No, Julian," Regina finally said, her voice troubled. "I can't sense anything."
The others nodded in agreement.
"What do you feel?" Julian asked.
Regina frowned, choosing her words carefully. "Well... previously, when we teleported from our original world to the Throne of Gods, we felt as if we were in a boat—slowly drifting from one place to another place. There was a sense of movement, of traveling through something. A connection between two points."
She paused, her expression becoming more troubled.
